An acknowledged masterpiece, The Outcaste is the emotionally violent autobiography of a half-caste growing up in the Mahar community, and the anguish he suffers from not belonging fully to it. A first-perosn narrative, it is the numbling account of a community at the hands of an unthinking privileged class. The novel, a classic in its own right, and the Introduction by G.N. Devy tracing the Dalit literary movement, will appeal to students and scholars of translation studies, comparative literature, cultural studies, and general readers.
Santosh Bhoomkar (Translator) Reader and Head, Department of English,and In-charge, Postgraduate Faculty of Arts, Shri Saraswati Bhuwan Arts and Commerce College, Aurangabad. ou know I'm not one to break promises,
I don't want to hurt you but I need to breathe.
At the end of it all, you're still my best friend,
But there's something inside that I need to release.
Which way is right, which way is wrong,
How do I say that I need to move on?
You know we're heading separate ways.
And it feels like I am just too close to love you,
There's nothing I can really say.
I can lie no more, I can hide no more,
Got to be true to myself.
And it feels like I am just too close to love you,
So I'll be on my way.
You've given me more than I can return,
Yet there's also much that you deserve.
There's nothing to say, nothing to do.
I've nothing to give,
I must live without you.
You know we're heading separate ways.
And it feels like I am just too close to love you,
There's nothing I can really say.
I can lie no more, I can hide no more,
Got to be true to myself.
And it feels like I am just too close to love you,
So I'll be on my way.
So I'll be on